Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 10:40:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin Hoover
Subject: Sex in the Family
Recently I read some stories on the Net and I got so aroused by
them, particularly because the men portrayed in some of them are so similar
to the men in my life, that I decided to tell my reminiscences too. Even
though I have spent a year in the USA, I am from Scandinavia (I won't say
which country) and English is not my native tongue. So, I want to apologize
beforehand for eventual mistakes I certainly will make. I am 30 years old
but, in my mind's eyes, I feel like I am older. I have always been mature
in my attitudes and behavior since I can remember. In a way I was kind of
forced to be that way when, all of a sudden, I saw myself motherless,
living among a handful of men who, although treated me well and did the
best they could to fulfill my need of love, had other business to care
about and didn't have time to look after a 11 years old boy, who was always
in the way. But, since they couldn't do anything about it, because they
were men and had to provide for themselves and for me as well, they simply
gave me what they could, whenever they could, and let life go its own
course, believing in that saying, which says that time heals everything. I
cried a lot after my mother's death and I wished I could die, too.
I missed her very much because she was my only companion in that
God forsaken region where we lived. My family depended exclusively on the
ranch, and everything we needed for our survival came from the labor of our
hands and it demanded a lot of work to keep it going. The closest people
around us were about one hundred miles away and we rarely had visitors. My
mother died exactly because we were too far away from civilization that, by
the time she got to the hospital, it was too late. They took a long time to
get her there, although they took her as fast as they could. All of my
family missed my mother because she was the one who kept us united, fed,
loved and cared for. But since I was the only child around I was the one
who missed her most, I even hid some of her clothes in my drawers just to
have the feeling that she was still around. My brothers (I had two, 32 and
34 y/o) were grown men and even though there was a big difference in age it
wasn't a problem at all, something that kept us distant. On the contrary,
they always treated me like their mascot and always did my share of the
chores, only to spare me. My father was 56 years old and sired my first
brother when he was 22 and after that they had decided that they couldn't
afford to have another baby. So, my mother getting pregnant with me after a
long, long time, was something unexpected, a little shameful for them,
maybe, and brought some disturbance to the house. But after my birth I was
welcomed and cared for.
Of course my family was the typical Scandinavian family where
everybody seems too cold, too distant and too short of tenderness, where
showing affection is something alien and people have no time for that since
they are so involved in bringing up children and, therefore, have no time
for trivialities like hugging and kissing. But for me they were the best
family I could have. They didn't hug me much, but I could feel love in
their eyes, in their hands when they taught me something new, in the toys
my brothers invented just for me, in the clothes my mother knitted for me,
and a lot of other things that bring me close to tears when I remember
them. They rarely spanked me or treated me bad, and what I'm about to
relate here might look mean or abusive, but that's not the way I see it,
not a bit. What happened to me after my mother's death and what we did
together was exactly a love act on part of the members of my family, was
out of necessity. Necessity of loving, of getting rid of loneliness, of
wanting to keep harmony in the family, of sharing the warmth of each
other's body in a cold winter night...
But let me go on because when I'm finished there'll be no need for
explanation. But to makes things easier, just bear in mind that we were all
lonely people, starving for companionship and finding it among ourselves.
Besides my father and two brothers, one uncle, my father's twin
brother also lived in the house. Once a year my father hired more men to
help in the harvest and then more rugged men moved around until they left
again, to return the next year. Since there were no women around they
didn't care much about scratching their genitals in front of everybody, or
farting aloud to, then, break in laughter among themselves; many times you
could see them walking around in only their underwear (or none at all), or
pissing anywhere they might happen to be when they felt like pissing.
Without mentioning their vocabulary: poor and dirty. But that didn't bother
me because that's what I grew up hearing to. The hired men slept in the big
barn we had a little away from the main house and the men of my family had
their own quarters in the house.
My two brothers slept separately downstairs, my uncle slept in a
separate two-rooms shed my father built for just that purpose (my mother
wanted to have her privacy in the house when she was alive) and I had my
own room upstairs, across from my father's. In many occasions I could hear
him fucking my mother because the bed cricked rhythmically and he seemed
not to care about me hearing them, because once I heard mommy warning him
and, by his answer, I understood that he didn't mind. Every time that
happened I tuned my ears and something strange would course thru my body. I
was too young to fully understand what was going on, but my body would
react on its own volition and make me feel funny inside. My mom didn't
complain and she never appeared to be hurt, so I concluded that she might
like what daddy did to her. In those many occasions it always ended up with
my father groaning louder and then the sounds of the bed would stop and
they would quiet down.
Well, my mother died and all I got, besides my memories, were a few
pieces of her clothes I had hidden when I saw my father collecting her
belongings to give them away. Many nights I would go to bed with her
nightgown in my hands, smelling her faint scent and cry until I fell
asleep. I became sullen and would wake up crying at night and after having
to get up many times during the night to check on me, my father got tired
and simply told me to sleep in his bed with him. Everybody knew about my
nightmares and simply thought it natural for a father to care about his
son. And time passed slowly by and I learned how to cope with her absence
and life kept going on just the same, and sleeping with my father helped a
lot in those times of grief. The nights were always cold and we simply
slept close to each other, sharing our body heat. I was a child, after all,
and I didn't spend time thinking about sex, although in many occasions I
would remember the sounds my parents did when making love. I remember once
or twice waking up in the middle of the night feeling something hard
throbbing against my butt and I knew it was my father's cock (since we
usually slept with me spooning against him), but I knew he was sleeping and
he never attempted to do anything else with me. Even today I think that he
wasn't aware of his hardons while asleep. As I said, I was a child and
hadn't been awaken yet for sex. But I certainly felt SOMETHING in my body
when I noticed those hardons pressing on my butt.
Since there was nobody at home to prepare the meals my uncle was
left in charge of that. So, instead of my mom, I was hanging around uncle
Thad. He always asked me to do a few things, but most of the time I was
left alone. In many occasions, when I was alone in my room, I would take my
mom's clothes out of the drawers and put them on and pretended that she was
still around. I didn't pretend I was her. I simply acted as if she was
still there. I specially liked to try her nightgown and I even used to put
on one of her panties underneath. Why did I do that? I don't know. It was
nothing sexual (or at least I thought so), but I liked to look at myself in
the mirror and fantasize that she was still there. One day, more than year
after her death, I was dressed just like that, inspecting myself in the
mirror, when the door to my room all of a sudden opened and my uncle stood
in the doorway. He was about to speak something when he saw me dressed up
like a girl and his mouth hung open. "What the hell is that?" He growled
and I recoiled, feeling ashamed. "Well, well, well. So, we've got a little
girl in the house now?" He entered the room and approached me as I stepped
backwards. His burly frame, so much alike my father's (although my father
acted and smelled differently) towered over me, not threatening me, but
intimidating, the same way, but I could see a shadow of a smirk on his
face. "Have we got a little pussy around here now? 'Cause if you're wearing
a dress like a girl you've gotta have a pussy, too. C'mere, let me see your
pussy, queer boy". He grabbed me tightly by the shoulder and turned me
around as his other hand pulled up the gown and revealed my mother's
panty. "Jesus, you are a little fag, I can't believe that. Does your father
know that you like to dress up like a woman? Look at you!" As he talked his
hand slapped my butt and I yelped. I was almost 13 and I still had a chubby
butt, two round and rosy mounds, which were accentuated by the panty I had
put on. He squeezed one of my cheeks and rubbed the tip of his fingers in
my crack. I was terrified, but his fingers caused an electric charge up my
spine. "So, you like to play girl, uh? I'm gonna show you what happens to a
girl when she is with a man. C'mere!" He sat on the bed and pulled me with
him and made me sit on his lap, his heavy and hairy chest engulfing me in
an embrace, his hands going to my nipples, pinching them lightly, while he
would make me wiggle over his crotch just to make me feel his manhood. "Can
you feel my cock? Do you like that, Kevin? If you like to dress like a girl
you must like to feel my cock rubbing your ass."
I was silent for a moment and he urged me to answer him. "Answer
me, boy, do you like to sit on my cock?" When I think about that now I come
to the conclusion that it was surprise for him too, to be enjoying the
feeling of his cock rubbing my butt, to imagine that he had never thought
of getting his rock off with a little boy. My uncle wasn't a pervert and he
had always treated me good, and I loved him. The whole thing was revealing
for both of us: I was shocked and feeling ashamed for being caught out of
guard, and then getting aroused by my uncle's attitude; and he was kind of
shocked for discovering that his nephew was so young but yet so dirty, and
surprised to discover that he was enjoying the feeling of his nephew butt
on his cock and the many possibilities of that casual encounter.
I didn't know what to answer him, but I was enjoying the sensation
that lump under my but was causing to my body. The more he would pull me
against his body, forcing my butt to caress his tool, the more conscious
I'd get of that hard piece of flesh caressing my asshole in return. I
hadn't grabbed the whole idea of his intentions, but deep inside me I knew
that that hard meat was supposed to go inside my asshole and that felt just
right, I don't know why. His hands kept rubbing my body and with me leaning
on him, he lifted the dress above my waist and began to remove my panty,
lowering it until I stepped out of it. I heard the zipper of his pants
being opened and when he made me sit again on his crotch there was nothing
between my naked butt and his cock. It was something completely out of this
world to feel the heat emanating from his cock when it touched my butt and
I guess he felt the same way because he hissed thru his teeth.
"Uhnn! You've got such a hot ass!" He finished undressing me
pulling the gown out and I stood there, naked before him. "I'm fed up of
soaped hands and cows in the barn. Today I'm gonna have a real piece of
ass." While speaking he pulled his pants down and I saw his cock for the
first time: A long tube of flesh, beginning to swell. The fact that he
mentioned 'fucking the cows in the barn' was registered in my mind, but I
didn't pay much attention to it since I was concerned with something else
at the moment. "C'mere, boy, 'cause I still have to finish supper." He led
me and made me lay facedown onto the bed, and spread my legs. I could smell
his male scent. Although I was scared, memories flicked in my mind: the
sounds of my father fucking my mom, the bed creaking, the men I saw naked
in the barn... He supported his weight in one of his hand beside my head
and I heard him spit in his other hand and smear it on my butt. He spat
again and spread it on his cock and began to rub it on my crack.
I was being shaken by multiples electric charges every time his
cockhead touched my tight asshole and then I felt the head of his prick
pushing against my hole. I could never take it! "Relax, kid, and help me to
get it inside. Just pretend you are taking a crap and push out." I wasn't
sure if I should do it, but I was in no condition of stopping him either,
so I just made as he said. When he pushed his cock in again I pushed out
and the big swollen head of his cock must have slipped in a little because
it hurt like hell, I clamped my asshole shut, making his cock slide out and
began to cry. "It's hurting, uncle Thad, please stop it." "You shut your
face and be quiet, sissy." But I couldn't stop crying and after seeing that
he would not get exactly what he wanted he said: "You stop that noise, will
you?"
He released his grip, said that he wouldn't force me that time, but
told me to be quiet anyway. He brought my legs together, spat on his hand
again, daubed the inside of my legs and butt and inserted his hard cock
between them and began rocking back and forth, using the void between my
spittle-smeared legs as a cunt. His cock sliding up and down would rub my
asshole and make me shiver all over. It was amazing how quickly my fear and
pain faded and was replaced with a hard on. He grunted and thrust, speaking
dirty words, and soon he roared that he was gonna cum in my fucking ass and
he shot a load of cum between the crack of my ass. Thick gobs of hot spunk
erupted from his penis and soaked the sheet. He withdrew it from between my
legs and nested it the crack between my cheeks, while still cumming and
deposited more spurted thick cum there, still panting. As soon as he
finished he wiped his slimy cock on my buns, stood, tucked his cock in his
pants and told me that he'd have a talk with my father. I began to cry and
asked him not to do that, but he said that one of his duties was to help my
father raising his children, that he had helped with the other boys and
would help him with me, too. My father would need to know what I had been
up to and that he would inform my father the punishment he had given me to
straighten me up. Before leaving my room he said that he still wanna have a
talk with me in his room later, after dinner, and left me there abused and
scared. I touched my butt and collected some of his cum and smelled and
then tasted it. On the bed I could still see the puddle he had left.
I thought it was over and spent the rest of the afternoon feeling
scared, ashamed and excited. I tried to avoid him, but sooner or later I
would have to get back and ask him if he needed some help. When I asked him
he mumbled that later he would gladly need my services but right then I'd
better leave him alone 'cause he was still digesting the fact that his dear
nephew liked to dress like a woman'. I think that he was excited with the
fact that he had just fucked his nephew, not in the ass itself, but close
enough to relieve him and that there always was the possibility of more to
come.
After diner that night, while I was doing the dishes, he came
around and whispered that he would be waiting for me in his room after I
was done. We still had some time before bedtime, so it would not be a
problem at all. Like a shy mouse I knocked on his door and he opened it
right way. He was wearing only his underwear. His chest was very hairy and
a trail ran down the middle of his belly into his boxers. He locked the
door and told me to lie on the bed and knelt down on the mattress next to
me with his underwear around his ankles. I could see uncle Thad's big horse
cock swinging between his muscular thighs. It was already half hard and I
stared at it as it swung between his legs. He was not circumcised but I
could see the big head, which was of an angry reddish purple color. He
presented it to me and guided it to my mouth. I smelled the odor of his
crotch: It was a mix of laundry detergent and the musky smell of his
flesh. "Suck it, boy, and be careful to not scratch it with your
teeth. Open your mouth wide and suck on it". His still semi-soft cock
touched my lips and I opened them slowly and he forced it down. "Suck it,
good, I know you can do it". Tentatively I licked the underside of his dick
and he approved it by pushing a little more in. I gagged and used my hands
to push him away, he pulled it back and shoved it back in, but not too far
this time. This way I could manage his intrusion. I opened my mouth and
sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. I took as much of the shaft as I
could into my mouth and only stopped when I almost chocked on his penis
again.
With my hands still on his legs, but without much use for them
there, instead of lowering them I took hold of his balls and held them
without knowing exactly what to do. He liked the initiative and removed his
cock from my mouth and placed his hairy balls on my lips. I stuck out my
tongue and licked them. Following my instincts I took one in my mouth, then
the other, and then I circled my tongue around them until he brought his
cockhead back again and I swallowed it. "You're liking this, aren't you?
Yeah, suck those hairy balls, suck my cock. Yeah, I can see you know how to
do it. My little nephew now will be the girl of the family. And you know
how a man treats a girl in bed? He fucks her like this". He began to face
fuck me, sliding his big rod in and out of my inexperienced mouth. I could
barely breathe, my mouth was so full of dick and I could feel my uncle's
big balls hitting against my chin as he fucked my mouth and I kept
caressing his balls.
Soon he rushed his cock out of my mouth, jerked three or four times
and panting he said: "Open your mouth, I'm gonna cum". And he directed the
tip of his cock to my mouth and began to shoot. Most of his cum fell in my
open mouth, but a lot of it also flew to my face and neck. He remained
motionless on top of me, his body tense and his cock still leaking cum,
then he wiped it on my face and got up slowly. I was still swallowing his
cum and I decided that I liked it. He left the bathroom and told me to
clean myself. Once again I asked him not to tell my father that he had
caught me in my mother's dress and he said that he had already told him and
that he probably would talk to me that same night.
I began to cry again, but this time he didn't act too roughly. "But
don't worry, I asked him not to be too harsh on you, but you've gotta agree
with me that putting on a woman's dress is something weird and asking for
trouble, don't you think? I also told him about the punishment I gave you
and told him to reassure that you had understood it. Now go." I realize now
that in my uncle's mind, the things he had done to me, were supposed to
scare me away, to show me the hard things a girl must to endure just for
being a girl. In his mind, when a man fucked a woman, he enjoyed it and she
simply endured it. Maybe he thought that fucking me, or abusing me, would
make me never want to be a girl again, and I think that that was what he
told my father, because what happened between him and me later proved me
right. But in my case, it worked the other way around. He dismissed me and
I left his room and hurried to my own room, not my father's. My intention
was to get in without being noticed in an attempt of avoiding
confrontation, but I had no chance because my father was waiting for
me. With only a nod of his head he indicated that I was to get into his
room. With my heart pounding furiously I entered his room and he closed the
door behind us.
I will write the other things that followed this first one because I can
see now that it is almost like going to the shrink, but I would surely
appreciate comments and suggestions. Email me, please!
And thank you!
Kevin